Beneath The Ivory, White Snow

This winter, as of late, has found itself to lag a bit longer
Cradling a chilling whisper captivated between the frozen winds, and the ice crystals kissing your fragile lips
Thereupon, a bit more your smile seems to be overly sweet, much more than a beloved clementine or sugar plums
For within a garden of time, beneath the ivory, white snow that drifts along the air, a rose made of diamond dust bloomed
Giving the world an enchanting rush proliferating beauty, personifying a wanderlust, converting I unto us

Creating magic and music, which evokes tales regarding fairies, so dancing to the sounds of your essence
And my, what blessings stemmed from your humble pretty petals calling forth snow-angels
Having whimsical divinities to elope within the hemispheres belonging thereof my sentimental mind

Paralyzed I have become…thusly, awe-inspired sighting the lovely attributes regarding your life,
A lily amidst a majestic hail storm gazed upon dearly by the amber moon during a glacial solstice
Sighing promises that shall be forever frozen unto a frostbitten, written heart
Glistening like pearl tinted snowflakes, caressing my face as I stare deeply into your royal eyes

Inked everlasting, colored sincerely hued within a gentle ever blue

Blissfully, I could wait ages for you, the wasteland that is the ninth circle would only remind me of you
Therefore, in view my cadence, echoing a tempo lost to a benumbing odyssey
Fading towards an arctic equinox, sailing frigidly, maintaining a fool’s hopes and dreams
Enduring snow showers as well as snow storms, as liquid vapors reach absolute zero just to emulate your wonder

Thereby merely look, lighting reigns in the heavens simply to perpetuate a snow queen’s thunder
She who is set and said as a goddess, dress in viridian gems vividly vital, virtuous, solely vindicating my liberty
Orbiting surely the seven seas, moving charismatically, as if she was casted in Tchaikovsky’s cosmic ballet
An encore, the summer can wait, for there is nothing more compelling than, the way in which she elevates
Gravitating as a comet onto Neptune with sapphire daisies gifted unto such a creature marked remarkably benign

Still, prevalent art the changing seasons, commonplace is this habitual incoming spring,
Although with you, will my soft spoke infatuation reside, admired like the stars beckoning the cold night sky…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

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